The Monologue Bombs - Dickinson Ave (Song of 27)
Me and Cal rented a van at 27Left behind gratuities and petty crimes
Our band drew insults from Youngstown to Charlotte
It still beat bleach water and punching time
Cause, oh, some nights we struck like lightning
With the crowd all cherry bombs and misted eyes
And, oh, the sleeping bags and stolen kisses
And the wonder of those unfamiliar skies
Last night I caught the Pageant on Dickinson Avenue
As the undergrads and lifers all swayed in time
We all smiled as the plaster fell around us
And then the conquerors jumped in a rented Econoline
Now Cal’s gone north on a bloodshot mission
Sometimes we talk long distance on his label’s dime
Sometimes I sing in the car, where no one’s listening
It’s a long commute, but I swear I could drive it blind
It’s been too many summers since I’ve seen 27
And I don’t think I can ever leave home again
You can’t leave home
You can’t leave home again
Written by:
Scott Phillips
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